A deep shade of blue, the number seven rings a bell. Am I cold or stormy? Only astronomers can tell. The ones who pointed math at Uranus and somehow found me They look at my dark storm and shout for answers at my sea What am I?

Nature's Rorschach, Pages flap, Indelible print, Incredible nap!

In autumn’s heart, a gem so bright, like cider’s glow in candlelight. It’s not an apple, nor a pear, but shines with warmth beyond compare. I may be blue so that's not fair.

I’m found in forests, soft and still, In eyes that warm but also chill. I’m nut and name and shade of light, Between the green and brown just right. I’m wood, I’m color, I’m something you see - Say what I am, what could I be?

Barren blanket vast and dry, Where the sun's fierce and shadows lie. Where whispers of the wind pass by, And life hides from the burning eye.